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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[movie announcer]
Now showing New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted In an action packed movie about gunfights Grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money [Yung Joc] Oh you already know what it is folk Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's comin Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks My intuition tells me, here come the cops First nigga run, last nigga get knocked A couple hours later when it's time to get funded Ten percent of food stamps cost you fo' hundred I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm runnin [announcer] New Joc City! [dispatcher] 210, we have a visual on the subject [the police] Roger that (Five-oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five-oh nigga (Oh shit!) Nigga that's five-oh (Run nigga!) [Yung Joc] Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire It's hot like the thermostat was set on high I need another spot just to stash those pies I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh The first time she get wrong it time to check her Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up [announcer] The saga continues [loud knocking on door] [Yung Joc] Baby see who the fuck who it is [the broad] I don't know! [Yung Joc] You got, you got somebody comin over here? [the broad] Nah, I mean, you know nobody comin this late [Yung Joc] Man, who the fuck is that man [Yung Joc] Them motherfuckers actin [glass breaking] [Yung Joc] like they tryin to get in though man - OH SHIT! [Yung Joc] That's when the do' swang open like WHAM Niggaz pointin choppers at me like Uncle Sam Thankin to myself "What the fuck, God damn" I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam I'm lookin at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum I tell him, the block's in that box on the flo' But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode [announcer] New Joc City! [computer] 10 seconds 'til detenation Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye (kaboom) [announcer] This has been another Bad Boy South [announcer] Block Entertainment production [announcer] Now showing in your local fucking hood |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
This a nitty beat
Here we go again Ghettoville U S A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right Dis nigga go by the name of jock He resides in collegepark But for right now what we gotta do for y'all We gotta give y'all a hit Niggaz in my face Damn near er' day Askin a million questions like Jock where ya stay Tell 'em collegepark Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone jays on my feet I'm on that patron so get like me 69 cutlass wit the bucket seat Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama nice ass nice brain Er'body love me I'm so fly Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba 2 do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boi magic seven days a week Numba one record long as nitty on the beat Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggaz know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Time to set it off let these nigga know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors I ride real slow no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye Ask 'em how I know its me surprise Put it in the air rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Yung Joc Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus]
If its a problem Gon let me know And if it ain't shit Nigga gon let it go But while it's on my mind I need to let you kno Them choppas on deck And I ain't afraid to let em' go [Repeat: x 4] Yea I'll do ya do ya (do ya bad do ya bad) [Repeat: x 2] You on that dumb shit, ain't wit it man That's the main reason murders get committed man It can go down any minute man Whole squad jump out that black on black many man So you betta be quick and on ya toes Where dem choppa bullets stop nobody knows Babies crying niggas dying all ova da place Mamma crying 'cause is blood all ova her face This is not a game this is not a test Swiss cheese ya brain mayne you be laid to rest I'll bust yo head ask questions lata Throw yo duces sianara to you hatas [Chorus] I don't know ya bitch she don't know me either I suggest you keep it moving if you wanna keep her You don't want these problems that's a bad idea Machetti have ya ass running like diarrhia Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit If I pull dat tube errybody hit da dirt Look dis could be da boy dat if you only keep it coo nigga act like you growin steady still in middle Schoo nigga you don't really want dis beef bra put in back in the freeza You'll freeze up when I pull the heat then squeeze pull them knees up This is not a game this is not a test slow ya roll fo' you be laid to rest [Chorus] I'll sell you wet dope just to make it wheigh right Call dem boys set you up in broad daylight Yea I'll bang ya bitch I'll do you bad 9 months later now she screamin yur da dad If you loose ya bun say I neva found da shit If I owe ya guap pay ya ass wit counterfeit Oh yea I'll flex ya nigga don't think I caint Have my broad put some suga in ya gas tank Catch a break line slash ya back tire When ya crank ya car ya engine catch fire Now I don't kno what you been told But these are free prescriptions [Chorus] |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(feat. Big Gee)
(Yung Joc) What it is man (sup?) Yung Joc, Block Entertainment Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?) I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man (Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope) Your grams off nigga, get that shit right (Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin Cause really all it takes is a couple grand Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh) Cause you don't want to piss me off And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin 'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin (Chorus 2X: Yung Joc) I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice) Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life (wit'cha life) Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam) Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam) (Big Gee) Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah) I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that? I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah) See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce (repeat 2X) Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife No one can save ya - put out your lights (Chorus) (voice speaking over Chorus to end) C'mon man That ain't how you do the shit bruh Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit That ain't the shit to be fuckin with It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha Niggaz rattin and shit That ain't what's up dawg It's the big dawg Diesel Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me? |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of Presidental blowin in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play In my neighboor hood so what now got one O left u can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie I was only 14 when i droped my first deal Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious Chino is the dopest worken water liek moses Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic How it match my ice and t shirt im packin and stackn bread Duckin and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty i love dat It aint no secret just look at my 26s every time u see me Make u move like russle simmons check my possition Im the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach u how birds fly Show u how gats cry trap or ya fuckin die hit it wid da soda Bring it back wid sum fia fia say OO my look what it done to me That dope boi magic got me rich as i wanna be Say OO my look what it done to me got me rich as i wanna be How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of Presidental blowin in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play In my neighboor hood so what now got one O left u can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie I was only 14 when i droped my first deal Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic 4 tha last couple years i ben maken dope tracks Riden threw tha city wida A on my hat Nitty keep sum work just ask mrs Beat Say u needa hit nigga come see me Spend 20 gz i can put u in tha game My beats cost bird fare nitty got game Quick to make hit just ask JB Dope boi millionaire thats me When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..) But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright) I'm talkin' 'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood) The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah Now what I want ya'll to do (Whatcha want me to do?) Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go [Chorus] This ballers zone, J's on my feet I'm on dat Patron, so get like me [X2] Er-er'body love me, boss so fly Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2] C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the A' When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates Ice links around my neck, lookin' like I build gates I'm Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps Pockets on swoll, lookin' like they got the mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch See the J's on my feet and she love the diamond cuts Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet [Chorus:] I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze Take one sip a drop off to her knees Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t Cush by the seven's I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean, anger management You call it what you want, I'm on some mo' eleven shit These niggas wanna hate, godammit we can handle it Mad 'cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin' on a gar I plead to the Judge, I'm guilty of the charge Imma balla-holic, can't help it Imma star You see the yellow ice, you holla , oh my God! Tynna guess the price, 'bout thirty large [Chorus:] Er'body wanna know, how I do my thang? Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sittin' tall 'til I a dim the knee-steps I just see what I want, then I go get it. The apple jelly Chevy with peanut butter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools I hustle all day, thas just how I live Stackin' them big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see? Young G, Young see, yea thas me Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's [Chorus: Repeat 2X] I'm on dat patron So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gon on dat Patron, get like me |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus x2]
Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him) Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him) Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him) Have ya ever (I'm him) Have Ya ever (I'm him) I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song. Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy? Dats absent mind, ain't nan notha chevy out here fast as mine. 26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time. I'm da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, don't get served. And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition. If ya work good, jus hold out. So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back. Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat. [Chorus x2] In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat. Now days its ya jays and bomber coke. Y'all cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons. Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me you as soft as a woman. Bitches will never know how I get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine. Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga I'm da Don round here. Now check my rapsheet, I ain't a convict, Go jail get right out, ain't dat Don shit. [Chorus x2] I know a lot of cats, real hood niggas. Some kill, some steal, some good niggas. But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me. Yung J-O-see come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D. I give ya brain freeze, I'm so raw. Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw. Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk. Ya brought it on yaself, Its yo fault. Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope? Man I hide it. [Chorus x2] |
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[Chorus: x2]
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping [Young Joc] Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that? My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!" I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk Got a b**** named Judy, with a real big booty Blue star keep a n**** riding cuji If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord I beat the block up You can hear me when I'm coming If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming [Chorus: x2] My n****s flip birds Your n****s flip burgers My n****s got work Your n****s just workers My n****s, we get heard Your n****s is unheard of My n****s murder Your n****s get murdered My n****s win n****s Your n****s get drenched My n****s play the field Your n****s ride bench My n****s is quarterbacks Your n****s just receive With a single flinch boy, your n****s retreat My n****s take the coke and they let the s*** cook Your n****s experiment with dope and get hooked Now ain't that something, let the story get told As the plot thickens and the script unfolds [Chorus: x2] I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk Everybody know that I do it for the hood Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good Word on the street, Joc got the heat Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money My wrist gone froze Make em jump out of they clothes Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go [Chorus: x2] Ha ha ha, n**** Rookie of the year, play ya position n****, Y'all f*** boys stop ya hustling, y'all n****s know how we do it. Y'all know what it is. All the way from the motherf***ing west side to the south side n****. ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny. What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh. Rest in peace my n**** Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the Motherf***ing south side n****. College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P n****. What it is. I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up n****? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya n****. Ain't nothing but love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. B****! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next n****. And I'm outta here. |
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Yung Joc
Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Yung Joc Now you can call me tipdrill, they playing my song Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thongs When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone She love my cologne, call it perk body zone Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" And when I make it rain, money all over the ground Fresh force ones, Sean John button down And then I'm like "oh boy, a clique fulla stars" Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars At the end of the day, when it's all said and done I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (Chorus) Yung Joc Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) I'm like bim bam, I know you want some She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Then I'm like bim bam, I know you want some You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I ain't never been the type to show off in the club Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of Bub, don't smoke but I got much purp Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue It's me, Ms. B. nigga, let me get you laced Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face I ain't talking cush nigga, talking a rat race So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop Yea (Chorus) Yung Joc I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow Got a mohawk blowin', air forces that glow (I know you see it, I know you see it) Yung Joc Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) I'm like bim bam, I know you want some She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston
It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE ONE) This aint no love song More like a cut song You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong Imma tell you one time -- just relax and unwind Whisper sweet nothin's now you blushing, chills down your spine Oh yea you hot and temptin' Oh no not pretty ricky But when you grind on me Imma leave you hot and drippin Slip in those satin sheets Now go and roll over Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster I sees you up on top You all on my jock Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop Imma keep goin' and goin', the energizer bunn (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE TWO) Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya Girl im the man, i- i- im the man I push the right buttons and the sex on demand Oh yea i like it slow Baby be easy Ooo, watch ya teeth Baby be easy Tell me your biggest secrets, tell me all the dirt You smell like peaches, must bath & body works Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock Once you climax, you feel the aftershock (i know i got you hooked on this lovin' Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby) (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE THREE) Yea i know i know, i still yo lips is so soft But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off I'll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i'll drop you a line But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is Yung J-O-C, long live, long live (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus: x2]
Yea, I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out First thing first, I likin' all kinda hoes Some go to school, some dance with no clothes Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thing When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert I give her Tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too And like big 6, the dick hypnotize minds I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyin' [Bridge] Lil mama I'ma (beat it up) All night I'ma (beat it up) That mouth, I'ma (beat it up) That back, I'ma (beat it up) That's right I've [Chorus: x2] 1 + 1, then that equals two Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you Just the way I like, straight A-Town Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team I turn virgins into sex fiends I turn nightmares into wet dreams Make a jookbox wet, make her think she on her cycle Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros Make her touch her toes til her knees turn weak Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep [Bridge] [Chorus: x2] When it's time for round three, strap on another glove T.K.O, now the hoe all in love She love to call me Tyson when I nibble on her ear I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield I know it sound vulgar but that's the way she like it Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don't matter, just don't bite it No I'm not conceited but see I keep it trill Playboys shout it, Mr Black and decradrill Yea your girl say my name, please don't take offense Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit I don't think it's worth it if you really want the truth Cause at this phrase in time she givin' brain in the houpe [Bridge] [Chorus: x2] [Bridge: x2] |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby [Yung Joc] I hear ya Daddy [Chorus: x 2] I'm choppin 24's Blowin good dro Yeah, I got plenty Hoes Life ain't picture perfect Yeah ya see the ice And I dress nice Make 'em look twice Life ain't picture perfect Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime Skatin on two 85's Wouldn't believe half the shit that's skatin through a niggas mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all Harder to maintain it all If you want a perfect picture only god can paint it dog Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Can't even get credit cards And they Momma stay in projects How is that? Scratch my head Somethin don't seem right Ya teeth full of ice So when ya smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts I ain't feelin' to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks 'Cause everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook [Chorus: x 2] Yeah I'm off in magic city Trickin them ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't fuckin around 'cause there is too much shit goin around Like the rims on my pickup Scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin 'cause I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve Nigga please, I ain't shit Cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream [Chorus: x 2] Now half the shit ya doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways Niggas trap all night in project hallways All day long niggas front like stars On them big ass rims that most than they cars Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like it from begging to end Then again it might be me And I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience [Chorus: x 2] [Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out] |
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from T-Pain - Epiphany (2007)
Baby girl whats yo name
Let me talk to you lemme buy u a drank I'm T pain you know me konvict music nappy boy ooo wee I know the club close at three whats the chances of u rollin with me back to the crib show u how i live lets get drunk forget what we did imma buy you a drank ooo wee imma take you home with me i got money in the bank shorty what you think bout that find me in the gray Cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh talk to me I talk back lets talk money I talk that crunk juice bottles oakley shades shawty got class oh behave lets get gone walk it out now walk it out just like that thats what im talkin 'bout we gon' have fun you gon' see on that patrone you should get like me i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that find me in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh Wont you meet me at the bar respect big pimpin tell me how you feel mama tell me what you sippin a certified dime piece deserved louie one three 150 a shot three for you and three for me i'm checking your body language I love the conversation and when you lick your lips I get a tingly sensation now we're both 'bout tipsy you say you're in the mood all I need is 'bout an hour better yet maybe two lemme tell you how I live ferrari switch gears when I whisper in your ear your legs hit the chandilleer passion fruit and sex all in the atmosphere i'ma let t pain sing so he can make it clear i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh |
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from Norbit (노르빗) by David Newman [ost] (2007)
This a nitty beat
Here we go again Ghettoville U S A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right Dis nigga go by the name of jock He resides in collegepark But for right now what we gotta do for y'all We gotta give y'all a hit Niggaz in my face Damn near er' day Askin a million questions like Jock where ya stay Tell 'em collegepark Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone jays on my feet I'm on that patron so get like me 69 cutlass wit the bucket seat Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama nice ass nice brain Er'body love me I'm so fly Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba 2 do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boi magic seven days a week Numba one record long as nitty on the beat Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggaz know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Time to set it off let these nigga know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors I ride real slow no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye Ask 'em how I know its me surprise Put it in the air rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Yung Joc Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City [Explicit Version] (2006)
This a nitty beatHere we go againGhettoville U S AYou know I got by the namenitty rightI gotta introduce you toanother motherfuckerout my squad rightDis nigga go by the name of jockHe resides in collegeparkBut for rightnow what we gotta do for y'allWe gotta give y'all a hitNiggaz in my faceDamn near er' dayAskin a million questions likeJock where ya stayTell 'em collegeparkWhere they chop carsEat 20 grand spend agrand at the barJest bought a zone jays on my feetI'm on that patron so get like me69 cutlass wit the bucket seatBeat in my trunkbought it just for the freaksCatch me in the hoodposted at the stoPistol in mylap on the phone countin doughIf a girl chooselet her do her thangJust like her mamanice ass nice brainEr'body love me I'm so flyNiggaz throw the duces er'timeI ride byI know ya wonder whyI'm so coolDon't ask me just do what cha doMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downVerse numba 2 do the damn thangCubes on my neckpockets full of ben frankWhen I'm in the mallhoes just pauseI pop a few tagsgive me that on the wallTime to flip the workmake the block bumpBoys from the hoodcall me black Donald TrumpDope boi magic seven days a weekNumba onerecord long as nitty on the beatOh I thank they like mebetta yet I knowLights camera actionwhen I walk through the doorNiggaz know my crewwe certified starsValet in the front 'bout 35 carsBitches in the backBlack beamer coupsGirls like girls time to recruitIf ya got a problem say it to my faceWe can knuckle up any time any placeMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downTime to set it offlet these nigga knowHave ya every seen aChevy wit the butterfly doorsI ride real slow no need to speedGotta make sure yasee the buckets on my feetFeds on my trailbut they don't thank I knowI keep my hands cleancuz I never touch dopeEvery time I see 'emlook 'em in the eyeAsk 'em how I know its me surprisePut it in the air rep where ya stayTake a step backblow the kush in they faceStuntin is a habitlet 'em see the karatsI'ma make it rain niggaI ain't scared to share itMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downYung JocNitty strikes againThis a Nitty beatPlaymaker
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls You finally made it to the end of the album I hope you learned somethin But the best is yet to come (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) (Chorus One: Yung Joc) Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long (Yung Joc) You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now (Chorus One) (Chorus Two: Yung Joc) I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!) Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin (Chorus One + Chorus Two) (Yung Joc) Hahahahahaha If you made it to this portion of the album Give yourselves a round of applause man I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart For takin the time, to ride with me nigga To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga Hustlenomic$ is what it is It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention This is what I do Like I said, if you listen to this shit Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Okay im back, sit back and listen First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten The badest broads, the fastest cars, Im sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours What says it aint, yall niggas said I cant Ya laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank Now my lady happy cause we aint gotta starve Hatas mad at me, cause im on my joc I congratulate ya somebodys gotta do it Im not bad, im used to it And if ya feel the same then youz a friend of mine Wontcha tell them lames, don't get outta line Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Call it hustlenomics, hustle by any means I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes Theres not enough fingers for me to count on My stalks way up, call me dow jones Ive been around the world, in almost every hood I walk anywhere, this card is very good And they don't play round, down in H town Ill take ya to the bottom, im talking dade county I take ya out west, in them lo lo's Scared to rep ya set, that's a no no I take ya back to the A town, Hey now, play around, or ill make them boys make ya lay it down Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention Respect the grind, respect my intuition Don't get outta line, just look and listen And soon youll find, im what you've been missin And the bottom line is im on the clock 24/7 the hustle don't stop Oh ya im from the A, that's my stompin ground And if ya on ya joc we stand on common ground Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
welcome to Starblocks
it's young dirty who sent you? its Young Dirty! oh okay what you need? hey I need some of them thangs, mayn. how many of em two of em, give me two. I got you, pull on around to the window pimp aiight shawty ay ay ay joc what up Patman cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs o yea he want two of em? yea, ay joc whatup? you know tha motto! yea hustle by any means nigga! First I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) okayy its just another day at the coffee shop I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot this the neighborhoods number one stop n shop no regular, we only serve the best for the low low, cheaper than the rest! I'm takin orders, tell me whos next only cash, no credit, no checks when your car stop, welcome to starblocks you wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock n now we doin numbers, like the closeout make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out First I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday whipped cream the same color as your latte I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green colombian, and I ain't talkin coffee beans 12 to 12 its always someone on the scene starblocks, we get it out by any means coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap pockets still ounce for ounce decafinated off the top rockstar, rollin rocks piano keys, work the block welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop...let go, see first I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) ah ha okay everybody on the block know my nick name when you drop by just ask for whip game and all my money get counted when the shifts change they get into it, ima let my four fifth bang if you need the number 1-800-starblocks coca latte damned to make ya heart stop and now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops shut this xxxx down, we set up shop on another block first I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
Chorus: Gorilla Zoe
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye) [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin Yung Joc I pull up to the club, jumpin' out of rovers Lookin' like a car show, dat's da way we roll up Dope bois showin love, all da ho's know of us Need extra security, dey know dey cant control us, I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker So I V.I.P. my way standin on da sofas Now watch me demonstrate da way a playa post up I don buried cha weight, u know we throw dem toast up Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it Finna set-up shop, well we ain't even worried bout it Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pie I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk Yea u smell dat fruity fruit err'time da wind blow I throw away dat chump change, I'm all abot dat bigga dough Joc a real hood nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe (Chorus) Gorilla Zoe When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin When dem ho's start jockin, dem bottles start poppin When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dawgs Got boi's in da club comin' fresh from the trap Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs, I got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs Now da party don't stop cuz dey we got dat guap She gon' make ha booty clap and Imma throw another knot When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap Bottle poppin ova here, tell dat DJ run it back (Chorus) Yung Joc When my nigga Steve died U know we popped dem bottles Niggas tried to run & hide We went lookin wit dem choppas Now it's time to take a ride in dat all black Impala If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma And dats why err'time, his birthday come up Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drunk up Fo my nigga, I'm a clown Like the numba 1 stunna Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "I'm feeling you" Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dat's what I'm finna do Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to?" Den she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut her like a gin-su Flexin bout some money, dat's da shit beginna's do She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too (Chorus) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money)
(Chorus: Yung Joc) Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah) Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah) You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah) Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (Yung Joc) Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G. Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood 350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin I love the streets boi, I f**k with D boy Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!) I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo' From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live (Chorus) (Diddy) Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man! C'mon check this out Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$ The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished I know, you see it, think twice to believe it Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill (Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!) (Chorus) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block)
(Intro:) (Deep Voice:) Hustlenomics (The Game:) eh joc (Yung Joc:) wud up nigga? (The Game:) a nigga quick produced this shit? (Yung Joc:) Hell yeah (The Game:) shit crazy homie (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (The Game:) I'm coming straight for your neck dawg, Razor blade hecklered and cocked, In California niggas back on the block, I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat Original bad boys man even Puff know We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses I was 16 then, little nigga inspired Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha) Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Yung Joc:) Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it Hey, nigga you don't want no static Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids, fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!) Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs, I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Jim Jones:) (Jones! Jackal!) Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin) Another one to block (its good) You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit) And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah) Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim) I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh) Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish) Either or, there was no inbetween, (no) It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money) 20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper) Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly) Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?) The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what) In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin') till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride) Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow) He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L) (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Outro:) (Block:) y'all know who I be? (The Game:) haha who you be nigga? (Block:) Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby. |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
INTRO (Yung Joc)
Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go (Chorus) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 1: Yung Joc) You can catch me in the A Check my DNA What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way The block on lock, jet like the chain gang The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine And I a true balla n G playin in da deck Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit? (Chorus x2) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 2: Young Dro) Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ???? Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost 30" stretchas on the Escalade ???? Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault Took alota cash and walked Jury, scurred me Eights on da ??? make it hard to steering Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery A general and surely man I seem pearly I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry (Chorus x2) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 3: Bun-B) You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type (Chorus x3) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
[Yung Joc:]
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor [Chorus:] Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers Cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker! [Yung Joc:] Yeahhhhhhhh Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and [Chorus] [Yung Joc:] Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill Roof on fire, sound the alarm We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn) [Chorus] [Yung Joc:] Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2 Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette I need a material girl in a material world Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it [Chorus: to fade] |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Intro: Joc's high pitched alter ego)
See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood They call me Pak Man shorty (Chorus: repeat 2X) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) 1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name 2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name (Yung Joc + (alter ego)) (Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man) I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man (See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man) So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man) (Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus) (Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up) So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood (Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!) So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park) So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn) So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones) So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun) (Chorus) (Yung Joc + (alter ego)) Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock) Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc) Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king) (Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything) (I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin) (Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$) HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what? ((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA (I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean) (Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow (I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's) (In my hood just like Ball and 'JG) (Chorus) (Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego + (Joc)) Let me show you how it's done, ay Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man) P-P-P-Pak Man Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old But I was always told man, do what'cha do And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em (Chorus - 2X) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Intro/Chorus - samples)
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH) I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I (Yung Joc) That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP) Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP) If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP) Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US) Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh) Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind I can make my money flip fo' times in no time (Chorus) (Mike Carlito) Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay Plus I, get to da money like casinos A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ (Chorus) (Gorilla Zoe) & (Yung Joc) (Yeah, yeah) (Shorty who you bank with) - (the streets of America) (Who you roll with) - (the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya) (What that Chevy sittin on) - (oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers) (What about yo' connects) - (Pablo from South America) (Where you stash the money) - (that shoebox in the closet) (How you move the work) - (I buy it and you haul it) (How you handle hoes) - (my nigga you call it) (Tell 'em how the game goes) - (keep ballin and stop stallin) (Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo' Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga) (Chorus - to fade) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Chorus: Southerngirl (Yung Joc))
I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter Gotta get to the money, get money money hey Livin the life Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life (I'ma live every day like a holiday) (Gotta get to the money, get get to the money) (Yung Joc) I've been around the world just like dosey do Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho' Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!) Pop a couple tabs with my man and them Date an international chick now I'm landin them International suites now I'm stayin in them International freaks I'm playin with them I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them We f**k all night then I abandon them Take a top model chick to the cabin man Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man She call a few friends, run a caravan I call a few friends, I love sharin man (Chorus) (Yung Joc) You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram She love takin snapshots on the phone cam Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam I see shit that every nigga don't see I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree Convinced her to skip town, just her and me Hit the P and bank exchange my currency Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro Feel the wind blow, from the seasho' Six hour flight back to the West coast Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her I got some nerve to take this picture (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places Amazing broads with amazing faces Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine (Chorus) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Yung Joc)
Ay you know what, eh-heh When I started recordin this album I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma SHIT~! I got to have her (Chorus: Jazze Pha) Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman If I find another girl, like my momma I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under (Yung Joc) Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade The angel that I call momma was sent by God Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due Mom was a O.G., did what she had to I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional I love my momma (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Yo, yo I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs She could take Spam and make a first class meal When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown She played both roles, king and queen of the throne I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it I love my momma (Chorus) (Yung Joc) I'ma try to stop the music one time Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!) If you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!) Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out Momma you stayed down, you never faked it Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it And when I had a son, they said I need a job That's when you told me son, just follow your heart And so I did that, I went through all the drama So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma (Chorus) |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
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tell them what you are shorty see what i did was go and get a real niggar and show them how i am trick daddy and yung joc i like the way the grill on the my chevy slides i like the way the rimes on my chevy slides i like the way the chevy makes the girls go wild 64 chevely ssl 24 suntiles fresh built i love the way the paint is |
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from Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007)
(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls You finally made it to the end of the album I hope you learned somethin But the best is yet to come (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) (Chorus One: Yung Joc) Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long (Yung Joc) You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now (Chorus One) (Chorus Two: Yung Joc) I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!) Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin (Chorus One + Chorus Two) (Yung Joc) Hahahahahaha If you made it to this portion of the album Give yourselves a round of applause man I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart For takin the time, to ride with me nigga To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga Hustlenomic$ is what it is It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention This is what I do Like I said, if you listen to this shit Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes) |
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from Pleasure P - The Introduction of Marcus Cooper (2009)
[Verse 1:]
Lady lemme tell ya how dis gon go See I`m a pick you up around eight And baby immma take you for a ride you ain`t never seen before And you can tell ya man that ya stayin out late Baby don`t worry If you gotta problem I`ll fix you in a hurry Just be sure what cha askin for Cause when we get behind dem closed doors I`m a turn ya out [Hook:] Lil mama immma beast Girl I`ll have you goin crazy Be callin my phone tryna be my own lady When I have you goin you won`t kno what ta do Ya talkin bout talkin me talkin bout me to ya whole crew Lil mama I`m a beast I`ll have ya body like (whooa) I`ll have ya body like(whooa) Lil mama I`m a beast I`ll have ya body like(whooa) Yea yea yea [Verse 2:] If you ask somebody bout me they gon tell you I ball So when I`m in the club I ain`t showin out at all Throwin paper round` like I think I`m in diamonds No jewlery on butta nigga still shinin I see ya lil bust it baby sittin in a corner And she tryna make her way over Before she get it I should warn her I got that fire luvin all night long [Hook:] Lil mama immma beast Girl I`ll have you goin crazy Be callin my phone tryna be my own lady When I have you goin you won`t kno what ta do Ya talkin bout talkin me talkin bout me to ya whole crew Lil mama I`m a beast I`ll have ya body like (whooa) I`ll have ya body like(whooa) Lil mama I`m a beast I`ll have ya body like(whooa) Yea yea yea [Music Break] Lil mama immma beast Girl I`ll have you goin crazy Be callin my phone tryna be my own lady When I have you goin you won`t kno what ta do Ya talkin bout talkin me talkin bout me to ya whole crew Lil mama I`m a beast Whooa Whooa Lil mama I`m a beast Whooa Yea yea yea Lil mama I`m a beast Girl I`ll have you goin crazy Be callin my phone tryna be my own lady When I have you goin you won`t kno what ta do Ya talkin bout talkin me talkin bout me to ya whole crew Lil mama I`m a beast Whooa Whooa Lil mama I`m a beast Whooa Yea yea yea |
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from Day 26 - Forever In A Day (2009)
<P>[Yung Joc]
Yeah boy bad boy It's a no-brainer right here Day 26 When this one right here come on All the ladies gon' rush the dancefloor Please believe </P><P>Throw them deuces up and add a six on it The homie Yung J O C about to spit on it </P><P>(I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her) </P><P>Doin' my two step off of club Pure The girl walks by rockin' Christian Dior We mix it up like juicy liquor I put it on her time to throw on some Juicy Couture Take a backseat lets do it in the bj I'm so fly yeah I know that's so cliche She's outta breathe cause we been cuttin' like a dj She's on top of me beneath me is the freeway </P><P>[Willie] Honey walked up in the club dress lookin' like it's painted on I can tell that she ain't got any panties on Well baby that's the way that I like it And I know she's from the hood The way she drop it so hard Booty bumpin' like the sounds in my car (she should) Let me take it up a notch Get her off the block Take her to my spot and it's on </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I hope she ready Cause she about to get it Like how she move her body So I'm about to hit it I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) </P><P>[Robert] She got me in a daze Thinkin' bout the ways I'mma get her tonight I'mma put her on my stage Let her do her thang Let her play on the mic </P><P>[Que] She got that swagger The way she move it like a pro Love the way she drop and get low That's why I let her </P><P>[Robert] Cause I gotta get her home Show her how I do when I put it on </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I hope she ready Cause she about to get it Like how she move her body So I'm about to hit it I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) </P><P>Baby tell me if you're ready to go home with me tonight I got the bed ready girl I'm gonna set you free Tonight tonight </P><P>[Diddy] Come on come on Yeah let's go Come on come on Ay yo fellas Let me get some of this it's Diddy </P><P>Just say the word I'mma put it on ya You can say you touched the president Ceroc Obama I'm a bad boy and that's what bad boys do Black ice black coop black cars too Don't tattoo my name tattoo my logo And let the whole world know you're fuckin' with a mogeul You don't need a closet Take you to Taiwain You can have the whole warehouse ladies Sean John And on the 14th I'll buy the whole island Name it after Champagne and call it Chris Stylin' Yeah... I knew that'd have you smilin' Like Day26 I'll have your ring finger shinin' </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her I'mma I'mma put it on her </P><P>I hope she ready Cause she about to get it Like how she move her body So I'm about to hit it I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) I'mma put it on her (put it on her) </P><P>Baby tell me if your ready to go home with me tonight tonight </P> |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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from Hot Stylz - Lookin Boy [single] (2008)
(Verse 1) Weak lookin’ boy, you slow lookin’ boy, Dirty white sock on your toe lookin’ boy, You rat lookin’ boy, will you marry me, splat lookin’ boy, Whoopi Goldberg black lip lookin’ boy, Midnight train Gladys Knight lookin boy, You poor lookin boy, Don Imus ol’ nappy headed ho lookin’ boy, Dick in your booty that smell lookin’ boy, Do you run with the KY jelly lookin’ boy, Getchya Riiiickkyy!! Morris Chestnut shot in ya back lookin’ boy, Valtrex brand new gay lookin’ boy, You in house L Cool J lookin’ boy, Getchya No Mama! No Mama! Penny off good times big J.J. lookin’ boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em’ Out Get Em’ (Verse 2) Oh L.L. I need love lookin’ boy, Fake I.D. can’t get in club lookin’ boy, Remember me from school? Hell no you gets no love lookin’ boy, Gangsta homo thug lookin’ boy, Ring around yo tongue lookin’ boy, Oh it’s the first of the month, Bone Thug lookin’ boy, Got yo hand off the chain lookin’ boy, This yo brain on drugs lookin’ boy, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Bernie Mac lookin’ boy, No eyelids can’t blink lookin’ boy, You are the weakest link lookin’ boy, No Chris, no Chris, no! Raz B lookin’ boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em’ Out Get Em’ (Verse 3) You better getchya weak lookin’ boy, Geek lookin’ boy, Pepe Le Pu you stink lookin’ boy, You don’t do nothin’ but wash my feet lookin’ boy, Bang, bang, bang, skeet, skeet, lookin’ boy, Tight lookin’ boy, I fight lookin’ boy, Had to retaliate, Mike lookin’ boy, you dike lookin’ boy, Your momma so slow she can’t cook Minute Rice lookin’ Boy, Flop lookin’ boy, Stop lookin’ boy, Can’t take off her top lookin’ boy, Women be shoppin, women be shoppin, black Chris Rock lookin’ boy, Case lookin’ boy, Horse and carriage, Cam’ron and Mase lookin’ boy, You ape lookin’ boy, Can I help you? Yea put 2 on eight lookin’ boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em’ Out Get Em’ (Verse 4) You’ze a broke lookin’ boy, joke lookin’ boy, Let me clear my throat lookin’ boy, Spongebob on your shirt lookin’ boy, I play in dirt lookin’ boy, All dirt K-Swiss lookin boy, Brown dookie stains in drawers lookin’ boy, Scooby Dooby-Dooby-Doooo!!! Mike Vick lookin’ boy, I won’t need no rent lookin’ boy, Lookin’ real ugly in the face lookin’ boy, Jail lookin’ boy, weave lookin’ boy, Need to brush yo teeth lookin’ boy, Boot lookin’ boy, soup lookin’ boy, Wearin’ green Joc in suit lookin’ boy, Say it again! Say it again! Ol’ pinky lookin’ boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em’ Out Get Em’ (Verse 5) Just letchya soul gllloooowww!! Curl lookin’ boy, I know you wanna leave me, David Ruffin lookin’ boy, Anywhere you meet me goin’ down lookin’ boy, Hot Stylz and Young Joc lookin’ boy, Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha tickle me Elmo lookin’ boy, You’ze a brawl lookin’ boy, If I was a little bit tall lookin’ boy, (Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff) now that’s the smell of clean…ol’ Pine-Sol lookin’ boy, This is the song that doesn’t end, lamb chop lookin’ boy, Bang-bang, bang-bang, bang-bang, ol’ pops lookin’ boy, (Hook)X8 Point Em’ Out Get em’ (I look like I eat tuna casserole all day lookin’ boy) |
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from T-Pain - The Instrumentals (2009)
Baby girl whats yo name
Let me talk to you lemme buy u a drank I'm T pain you know me konvict music nappy boy ooo wee I know the club close at three whats the chances of u rollin with me back to the crib show u how i live lets get drunk forget what we did imma buy you a drank ooo wee imma take you home with me i got money in the bank shorty what you think bout that find me in the gray Cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh talk to me I talk back lets talk money I talk that crunk juice bottles oakley shades shawty got class oh behave lets get gone walk it out now walk it out just like that thats what im talkin 'bout we gon' have fun you gon' see on that patrone you should get like me i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that find me in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh Wont you meet me at the bar respect big pimpin tell me how you feel mama tell me what you sippin a certified dime piece deserved louie one three 150 a shot three for you and three for me i'm checking your body language I love the conversation and when you lick your lips I get a tingly sensation now we're both 'bout tipsy you say you're in the mood all I need is 'bout an hour better yet maybe two lemme tell you how I live ferrari switch gears when I whisper in your ear your legs hit the chandilleer passion fruit and sex all in the atmosphere i'ma let t pain sing so he can make it clear i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
[Intro: Yung Joc]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus 1: Yung Joc] I`m in the club Kush got it burning up I`m poppin` bottles and I`m fucking up their furniture I`m in the club, DJ gon` turn it up Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture [Chorus 2: Yung Joc] All my niggaz gettin money Don`t know how to act (x3) Dirty goons and we stuntin Don`t know how to act (x3) Got a whole lotta O Don`t know how to act (x3) Yeah my pockets on swoll Don`t know how to act (x3) [Flo Rida] Hey, wipin` my pumps, poppin` that Dom, pardon melange show stoppin`, no flockin`, I`m about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I`m project, I`m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash Blue with my swag, that`s that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I`m young gettin` money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac`s I`m in the club with my King Johnny`s them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin` my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin` and thuggin` the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin`, hustlin` Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin`, musclin` Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin`, tusslin` Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin` and duckin` [Chorus 1 + 2] [Flo Rida] Hey, 20 bottles or better I`m comin` in the club and I`m standin` on ya on the tootise leather I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record Some fools on this ?? open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin` paper is pleasure Homie don`t you f`n with heffers that square me up like checkers And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her Meet uncle fester, ballin`, my shawties they hot as peppers Don`t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar Down for whatever, hey! I`m a donut nigga like glazed On a couch like this my stage Get money, don`t get a nigga paid in Dade... They probably see minimum wage My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid I ain`t really got minutes, I party just like hooray! [Chorus 1 + 2] [Chorus 1] |
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